Mated to The Quadruplet Bullies

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over every part of my arms aside my fingers, covering the wounds and marks my dear father has inflicted upon me. Every minute, every second, Every hour, day after day, a new scar falls on my body. I closed in on the mirror

erday was the last day on our vacation, and seeing there was nowhere again to inflict new wounds on my body, he angrily smash

g more wounds this morning!" His

it as he always says. He was a good man to everyone. Although he was not the Alpha, he was one of the elders, a dignified member of the pack. I had just pulled on my skirt, zipped it and was a

owards me, his right palm coming in hard con

ripped hard by him. His black orbs stared directly into mine, fuming with much anger that I was not surpri

ng my life? If not that I can't just kill you, yo

es, continuing his daily hatred speech, "I feed you! I cloth you! I do everything for you, yet you want to pa

because of the spit but my mother. The woman I wanted to hate so much for leaving me wi

ust like her. The only thing you both have in common and mak

way. I was never the child he wanted, and my mother paid dearly for that. He wanted a boy, and she gave him a girl. Right fro

already. The beating got worse that he almost killed her, but she

y throat for a little air, "Fath...

e of the room and heaving out a loud breath, "I cursed the

he ran his hand through his hair. He turned back to me

a small smile in. "Today is the

fat

seful either way. I need her father to side with me so you need to be friends with her. If y

for. His eyes bulged out as he approached me quickly, another hot slap landi

rately, forming the

nce again and marching straight tow

to the bed. Why? What did I do to deserve such a bad father? A father that doesn't even

p breath and steadying myself j

touch you. Today is the day where everything changes. You'

t on my back as I stood up. My eyes collided with my c

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hope and getting away